Nikko Lafre - Situations lyrics
rate meI’m in the hood posted up
Good weed, roll it up
Like the blunt, let’s smoke it up
To balance out my lows and getting high as fuck
I pray to God I don’t lose sight
Of them goals a nigga been trying to reach
Sick as hell of these fake niggas who don’t know the struggle but be trying to preach
Niggas raised with them silver spoons while I had to eat with them plastic forks
Paper plates and paper cups ‘cause real dishes mama couldn’t afford
Young nigga just tryna make it, them niggas hating, it don’t fucking matter
And them rappers y’all claim up next well fuck them and whoever after
‘Cause real talk is my time and if you don’t believe me, just watch, nigga
Big bro got 10 years, he was cooking crack in them pots, nigga
So I avoided that block, nigga, instead I roll with this rap shit
But if it came down to that trap shit I could make a pack do a backflip
But I’m only touching this clean money, can’t let the feds take another freedom
Niggas turning their back on me well fuck ‘em all, I don’t fucking need ‘em
Born real and I’mma die the same, I just want the money and nigga, fuck the fame
Yeah, fuck the fame
I’ve been dealing with these issues listen, here’s the situation
Homie hit my phone, you said my homie didn’t make it
Plus he found them bricks he had hidden in the basement
Moral of this story, boy, watch who you make a cake with
‘Cause I’ve been through a lot more
I guess it’s just a part of getting guap, though
They show love and you on top but you do not know
That this music shit is something you would die for
‘Cause I’ve been through a lot more
I guess it’s just a part of getting guap, though
They show love and you on top but you do not know
That this music shit is something you would die for
I’m going through it
Gold, weed and my swisher, promethazine and my spike, dog
Everyday I’m sipping that mixture
Every day I plan to get richer, rest in peace, Beezy, we miss you
Rolling with a squad of them Haitian niggas, if I say the word they gonna split you
Let them bullets fly and they’ll hit you
So you fuck niggas better chill with it
I ain’t the type to go starting shit but if there is a problem, I’mma deal with it
This rap shit is my meal ticket, couple bands a show, couple bands a verse
It ain’t the most but I’m coming up ‘cause just last year shit was a lot worse
No luck involved, it was all work, yeah them niggas hating but they must suspect it
‘Cause really nobody putting on a soul but me, nigga, and I’m proud to rep it
My lifestyle was once wild and reckless but I wised up and stopped fucking around
‘Cause now so many looking up to a nigga, I ain’t really gotta trust but to hold it down, that’s real
I’ve been dealing with these issues listen, here’s the situation
Homie hit my phone, you said my homie didn’t make it
Plus he found them bricks he had hidden in the basement
Moral of this story, boy, watch who you make a cake with
‘Cause I’ve been through a lot more
I guess it’s just a part of getting guap, though
They show love and you on top but you do not know
That this music shit is something you would die for
‘Cause I’ve been through a lot more
I guess it’s just a part of getting guap, though
They show love and you on top but you do not know
That this music shit is something you would die for
I’m going through it
